my dreams are extremely cinematic
and the stars are random and real.
has your misery every been a sight to see?
has your happiness ever been hidden?
untitled nightmares are priests
in the synagogue.
unrequited love gets lost
in the color of closed eyes.
your image makes the nights worth watching,
especially when you visit me between screenings.
I want your hat,
a handshake and a gaze.
this winter, in a world,
shoulder crimes don't break.
neither do my bridges,
nether here nor love.